Accidental Christmas Miracle

12.

Miracle

I closed my door and quickly got ready for bed although I knew I wasn't going to go to sleep for a couple more hours.

I got out my laptop and opened it to a Word document. I had started writing something but stopped because there was no time. Now, there should be plenty due to the fact that I have no job right now, no relationship and no school.

My schedule was an empty slate. How fun.

A phone buzzed and I answered it with barely a glance at the id.

"Girl, I can hear your worrying from way over here. What the heck is up with you right now?" Meg asked me, her sassy attitude seeping into her voice.

I rubbed my face with my hand and then sighed. "I've got no clue what I'm going to do with my life right now. "

After I said that, I could practically hear her blinking, trying to figure out what to say to that.

She finally spoke, "Okay, isn't that a tad too dramatic? I'm supposed to be the dramatic one in this relationship, hon."

"I have no job, no possible jobs and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up." I told her sourly.

"Okay. First off, I get that you're worried but you're being a tad whiny right now." She told me the truth.

I sighed. "Sorry. You know I hate not knowing what the next step is."

"The next step is you telling me how your day was."

I laughed. "Okay, but then you need to help me straighten out my life."

"I can try."

"That's all I want."

"Kay. Now, get to what you did. I want to know!" She told me impatiently.

"Okay, okay. Calm down."

"Just tell the story." She said impatiently. Patience was never her strongest quality.

"So. We went to the skating rink-"

"But you're terrible at ice skating." Meg interrupted me to point out something I was quite aware of already, like the good friend she was.

"Wow, that explains exactly why I fell after barely stepping out and also crashed into the barrier." I said sarcastically.

She gasped. I could imagine her large brown eyes widening at my statement.

"You didn't!" She said more than asked.

"Yes, I just told you that to make you worry." I gave her another sarcastic comment which I normally didn't do.

"Hey. Tone down the sassy and sarcasm, missy. That is my thing. Not yours." She scolded me.

"Anyways. We did that and I hurt my wrist a bit more and then Sandy sat me down on the couch and told me that I couldn't move until she came back and apparently she somehow knows almost everything. At least, that's what I've heard."

"That's so true. It's kinda spooky sometimes."

"Anyhoo, we all-" I steered the conversation back to the original topic before getting cut off.

"'We all'? Who's that?" Meg interrupted me.

"Dot, Noel, Gabriel and Christi."

"You could've just said everyone except Sandy." She said.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. We all watched movies until Sandy came back but everyone other than Dot and I fell asleep. I think she was going Christmas shopping but got caught up in other stuff while doing so.Apparently the twins are, like, really hard to wake up-" I got cut off again.

"Yeah. They sleep like the dead." Meg put her two cents in again.

"Could you stop interrupting? I am telling you what you wanted to know."

"Yeah. Sorry..."

"It's fine but just don't do it. Anyways, I was in charge of getting them in bed and carried them to their rooms. And then I went downstairs to clean up our mess that we had made and Christi was helping me and then we finished."

There was no answer on the other end.

"And then Dot scared me and I denied it and then I went up to my room and I was about to write some slash pity myself." I finished.

"Interesting. Love the ending." Meg said sarcastically.

"Oh hush. I know I don't have the worst problem but still.." I told her.

"I know, I know. Sorry 'bout basically saying that your problem wasn't important because it is. It's just that," She paused, trying to figure out her words. "You're an amazing writer but you've never acted upon that. Why not?" She brought up the whole writer thing for the millionth time.

"Meg. We've been over this. I tried, got my hopes up and failed. Multiple times."

She sighed. "Fine. Guess I can't help you then."

"I guess. Night."

"Night." I hung up and sighed, glancing at the open laptop.

After staring at it for a couple minutes, the cursor blinking at me, almost taunting me, I closed it.

I tried. I failed. Thirty seven times to be exact. I didn't want to put myself through that again.